Poetry

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My heart is stored with so much pain,
feels like a sink filled with an ocean I cannot drain.
My heart sends regretful thoughts to my brain,
Instead of Abel I feel more like Cain.
I feel I won't last long like a fake chain.
relief seems slow & crippled with a cane.
nothing good it seems I ever gain,
And if so its small as a piece of grain.

My heart is too heavy even for a crane.
I get hit & hurt every time I change my lane.
Feel far from peace like California to Maine,
I feel lost as if I got on a wrong plane.
Difficulty keeps pouring like constant rain,
The thrown on my life seems like I don't even reign.
I feel worthless like old rags covered in stain,
My heart sometimes feels dead like an animal slain.

I tried everything but my seeking seemed in vain.
I don't pray because I don't want to complain.
But then I wonder if my heart God can help explain.
Could it be because from God I have choose to abstain?
"God please forgive me for being insane.
This heart of mine I cannot not maintain.
take it all so nothing does remain,
Change me so what I face I can sustain."

(I'M HERE...
ALWAYS BEEN...
DO NOT FEAR...
A NEW LIFE NOW BEGINS...)

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